Everything felt different and nothing felt remotely real. Preparing a funeral for someone you thought would always be around is insanely eerie. Seeing everyone dressed in black was actually pretty daunting and depressing, but that was the most appropriate attire for the occasion. During the ceremony, I was inexpressive. As this was my first funeral, I did not want to overdo it so I opted to not show any sentiments, despite the sadness of the occasion I had no idea what would take place at a funeral. I could vividly hear my Aunt Mary continuously let out cries in the distance, which only made the environment even more overwhelming. I refused to allow any tears to be released from my eyes onto my cheeks. My great-grandmother’s children had special seats near the front of the church. Her seventeen kids sat in the first three rows, from oldest to the youngest. The seating arrangement began with my Uncle Judge who was seventy-five and was completed with my Aunt Ann who was …show more content…
It took place at the church my great-grandmother attended throughout her childhood. I was unaware of the typical duration of funerals, but I assumed it was normal for funerals to go on and on, especially in this case. However, I could easily tell no one wanted this service to end, as this was the last time we would ever lay eyes on our grandmother. Songs that usually lasted three minutes took about ten minutes to complete. Everyone wanted the opportunity to say their last words and express their love and gratitude for my great-grandmother. Before the service concluded the Pastor emphasized how it is natural to feel down at a time like this but to also remember that this is a celebration of life for someone who lived a prosperous life. My grandmother outlived so many people and got to experience it all. She is finally where she deserves to